Due to my busy week I haven't finished collating the results I've been sent for the film list. Landers has reminded me about it. Do go and visit him as he is blogging hard for a good cause!!!!

The people I have got lists for are as follows

rithopson
Subville
Paul Boyd
Teri R
Faffajane
I am Xenon
Bloglikesit
Chris Glos

If you want more details or to see the list to choose from click here.

All votes gratefully recieved as it improves the results

My OH and I were so embarrassed that we had worn exactly the same outfits as Jake and Ana.D

Fantastic concert. But why are the press focusing on the silly Barbara Streisand comment?

Firstly I ought to say that the Scissor Sisters concert on Thursday was fantastic. One and a half hours of pure camp rock! Lots of things to dance to from Take Your Mama out and Filthy Gorgeous to I Can't decide and Kiss you off! And of course, the finale- the big ending- I don't fell like dancing got everyone off their feet, including all the old farts sitting around us. However, one group of people that had no problem showing their 'enthusiasm' was the group behind us which included 'Drunk Girl' and 'Diva Boy'. And it was the drunk girl that kicked me in the head- accidentally. The problem with the o2 seating is that it is very steep. When someone is sitting down, and then their head is at the same level as the feet of the people behind- and it was at a moment of dance frenzy that the girl behind accidentally kicked me, but that happened right before the end number, when she had got even more drunk. However throughout the evening I and a lady next to me (who as worse off) got a few drinks spilled over us too! But the most embarrassing thing was the behaviour of the 'Diva Boy'. He spent most of the evening strutting up and down the staircase stripping off and dancing in a very camp and provocative way to every number that he recognised. I am pretty sure that he didn't see any of the concert. He really just wanted to be the centre of attention!!
When the 'Drunk Girl' kicked me and apologised, we started chatting - well she was chatting and I was doing my best to ignore her- but obviously in her inebriated state I had suddenly become her new best friend. I even got a kiss before we left (much to my OH's horror). And then the staircase diva grabbed my hand and shook it "Oh here he is, the star of the staircase" I said trying to get away. "Oh how so very kind of you to say" he replied and let me go. Thank God!

It was 10:45 pm when the concert ended. Then we had to try to get home. e knew that our last train was at a quarter to midnight- after that we would be buggered! But we new how long it took to get there so it shouldn't have been a problem.... well it wouldn't have been if it wasn't for the thousands of other people trying to get home and the fact that the police had locked all but one door to the underground station. We were there for ages! We finally got through at 11:30.
We managed to get a train and headed for London Bridge. It was 11:40pm and we were still on the tube. The last train of the evening was about to go in five minutes, unfortunately we were ten minutes away from the station.

Will we make the train? Or will we be stranded in the middle of London?

To be continued

On Thursday afternoon, my OH and I started our magical journey into the big Smokey smoke, heading towards that failed Millennium project, the dome, so that we could see the Scissor Sisters live. We had left in plenty of time and the journey was quite simple-take the train to London Bridge and then the Jubilee Line to North Greenwich. after that it was a case of following th crowds, and oddly enough ti was quite obvious which crowd members were scissor sisters fans.
The o2 building is huge inside, bigger on the inside than the outside (now that sounds familiar) with many restaurants and bars. There is even a beach inside!
The crowds were buzzing, and there was a huge queue waiting to get into the standing arena at the bottom. However our tickets were seated, and there were no queues for those. We got in the arena at about 7pm. And my god the seating is steep! Our seats were pretty close to the top and I got butterflies just looking down because I don't like heights. I can imagine some people having real problems with it.
We sat through the opening act, which were some French Caribbean band from what I could tell. They introduced each song with bizarre tropical sounding titles as if we should know what they are. Hence everytime they said what they were playing I kept saying "Oh good! That's my favourite" or "I hoped they would play this". They came on at about 7:15 and played until about 8pm, to a practically empty arena.
People only really came in just before 9pm, when it started filling up.
There were many types of people there, quite a few young children (which surprised me) and many older folk! ?::?
Then the 'group' arrived that were behind us. They already looked drunk. There were about six of them, but there were two main characters. One extremely camp guy and his 'girlfriend', who was extremely drunk. I wasn't sure how they were going to behave through the evening, but when she kicked me in the head I knew there would be trouble.....

To be continued....

Thanks for the kind thoughts. My OH is home now. Everything seems fine. We've just got to watch for anything large swelling from the sheets at night. We can't have anything like that happening.

PS. Has anyone els had an obscene amount of page views over the past two days? More than normal?

The Cat sat on the Mat as read by various Big Brother Housemates.

Tracey: The cat is on the mat. So deal with it!
Carole: Will someone get that cat up and clean the mat please
Gerry: Oooh. Look at ze cat. Is it a gay cat?
Liam: First pussy I've had on a mat Ye-nah!
Amanda: Awww. Look at the cute kitten. And the mat is pink! Yay!
Chanelle: I duern't want the cat nuur me. Ziggguh!
Ziggy: The Cat, you know. AS I was saying, you know. The cat, it's... you know. I'm gald we've had this chat.
Sam: Awww. Look at the cute kitten. And the mat is pink! Yay!
Amanda: I just said that!
Sam: That's sooo spoooky!
Brian: The cat is lovely. I wish the cat loved me. Big Bwuvver, can you send in a blonde cat that likes cider.
David: So that's where my familiar went.
Shabnam: Me and the cat are going to do a deal with Hello magazine.
Nicky: I hope that cat cleans up after itself
Charley: I aint being funny but that cat is one ugly cat. And I should know because I've been out there yeah and I've had this amazing experience and who does that cat think she is sitting there on the mat like that. I can buy a million mats and they would be a million times better than that mat and that just me being honest. Did that cat just meow at me? Why are you raising your voice, cat. I didn't raise my voice, you are just being pathetic. Pa. Thet. Tic. I don't even think its a real cat. That cat is fake. And I aint even bovvered ant thats just me being honest. God I cant stand being in here wiv all these pathetic losers talking about cats on mats They are all assholes. Assholes.